This is #ProjectNomad

Every so often something happens in your life that's so perfectly-timed and apt for the occasion that it must have been scripted. 

(Or, I guess, it's just well-timed coincidence.)

I've been thinking a lot lately about one of those such occasions. It happened about a year...

Check out the first post in this series here. 

I'm invariably the first person in my tent at night on any camping trip. 

It doesn't matter where we are, or whether we're hiking, portaging or car camping; I just really, really like being cozy in my tent at the end of a lo...

"Oh, shit. Shit. It's not us, is it?"

"It's us."

"Shit!"

I woke up to flashing blue and reds through the windshield of my friend Jason's truck. 

We were on the highway in the middle of nowhere, Ontario, and a provincial police officer had just lit us up as we and some hapl...

 I'm not sure if you've heard, but this province is burning. 

It's been pretty wild around here at the eco lodge. We're not and haven't been in any danger, but for much of this past month, the skies have been filled with choking amounts of smoke as other, less luck...

I woke up on June 1st in a Motel 6 somewhere north of Seattle. I lay awake for a while, listening to cars and trucks pass on the interstate outside, and I couldn't chase the thought from my head that it was time to retire. 

I'd just finished an incredible month on the r...

It's funny how the people we've loved can continue to influence us, long after they're gone from our lives.

I've talked before about how when we went grocery shopping, my partner and I would each take a basket and meet up at the cash registers when we'd picked out what...

 Trigger warning: Talk about suicide. 

A year ago I was sitting in the departure lounge at the airport in Halifax, about to board an eight-hour flight across the country to my home in Vancouver, when my partner of nearly four years sent me a text.

It was brief, and vague...

For the last year or so, I've been regularly attending boot-camp style high intensity interval training classes, both in Vancouver at Survivor Fitness and on Prince Edward Island at 3rd Degree Training in Summerside. 

These classes have really been the bedrock of my exe...

Okay, just from looking at the picture you can tell these didn't turn out quite how they're supposed to.

I think it's partly because the oven sucked and partly because I was supposed to let them sit at room temperature for eight hours and I just couldn't resist trying t...

This was by far the most involved project I'd tackled in the kitchen up to this point. It involved making two different sauces from scratch while also keeping an eye on an oversized vat full of lasagne noodles, and it kept me fairly frazzled for a solid hour of work. B...